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As Eric entered the town square, he saw groups of nobodies reeking havoc. He sighed heavily. "At least it isn't freezing over like last time," he said to himself as he summoned his keyblade. He hid behind some boxes and looked around.
Nobodies don't go this far out on their own. Something must've sent them out here or they're being controlled. If I find the master, I'm out of here. I don't have time to fight anything major and I'd rather not break into the wedding while running on empty. This is going to be a pain, he thought as he dashed between box piles to avoid the sight of the nobodies.

Eric turned around toward where he thought the voice was coming from. "You must be the one controlling these things." He brought his keyblade up in a defensive position. "Those who control them have a severe lack of subtlety it seems. Always causing pointless destruction," he said. He scanned the area with his eyes, looking for any sign of the source of the voice.

Damn the shadows. Now he knows where I am and what I look like. If they're hiding in the shadows so well... Organization maybe? No, we destroyed them at the last party didn't we? I can't tell this one who I am or where I'm from. I'll probably have to go into hiding for a while to make sure I'm not followed after this. What's a word they can't track me to? Destiny Island maybe? he thought.

Eric sighed and rested his blade on his shoulder while shrugging. "Well then, I guess I've been caught. I am but a humble wandering mercenary, as you've so ingeniously deduced. My employer asked me to check on some friends of his from this miserable little sand bar when he heard there was an attack here. Knowing this place is a hot bed, no pun intended, for heartless, he sent me in," he said calmly.

(I read your post in the absence thread and knew you were on vacation. It's fine. Time is pretty bendable here. lol )

Eric steadied himself and stared unblinking at the smashing of stalls. "No I would not. I know better than to mess with the organization," he said. Eric turned back to the cloaked man. I seem to have this guy pretty well convinced. If I remain calm I can probably get away without fighting anyone. Hell, maybe I can con some materials off him, he thought.

Eric smirked and shook Xerxes's hand. "Eric Fringe. Of course the ones with glasses are sent to the place where they'll be damaged by sandstorms. Our bosses are kind of jerks like that," he said. They've probably got nobodies watching me. Best not to push my luck with the materials. I can enter one of these buildings and say that my target left. Write a quick note and we're golden. The perks of being less noticeable to people... this seems like it'd be more of Lawrence's thing, he thought. He only heard the lumbering steps of the berserkers, but suspected more nobodies were around. He maintained eye contact with Xerxes. "Now I know where my next paycheck is going toward. A durable pair of sunglasses for whenever I get sent to this dusty scrap of a world again," he said.

Lawrence's ship hovered outside of Agrabah. He pulled his scarf over his mouth before hopping out into the scorching sands. How do people live here? It's so bloody hot, he thought. On the roof he saw two assassin nobodies looking down. Hm, maybe they weren't lying after all and he got stuck in some dangerous stuff. Those two probably haven't noticed me, but I don't think stealth is very viable here now. Damn it. I hate being wrong, he thought as he walked toward the city.

Eric heard a gummi ship engine in the distance. "It seems like my boss has grown impatient and sent someone to check on me. I'll leave you to your business then,' he said as he began slowly walking away from Xerxes.